Full magazines of pain in unending supply
Driven in to my gut
Trigger finger pressing at my mind
Is A man so sick
He can't get right with god? Asphyxiating permanence
Drags on and on

I'm enslaved to that force which prepared me for life
Emnity with no end pulls the puppet strings around my spine

On and on

What makes a man so sick he can't get right with god?
Asphyxiating permanence drags on and on